Scarred both physically and emotionally after a motorcycle accident, twenty-five year old ex fashion model and porn star Oliver Brown is about to be stripped bare by flamboyant twink Leslie Scott--and they’ll rebuild love from the bottom up.
BARING THE BEAST
Twenty-five year old Oliver Brown is addicted. Two years ago, he was at the height of his career as “Nicky Starr,” fashion model, porn actor, partier without peer. Then came the accident. Hiding his scars, both emotional and physical, he’s gone into hiding. But fine clothing is some solace. A new suit by Debussy? Better even than a ride on his motorcycle Hulk or all the things he used to give and take on camera.
Enter Leslie Scott, the flamboyant, dark-haired, heel-and-tiny-short-wearing twink sent to deliver Oliver’s newest fix. A firecracker, Leslie is dapper, generous, in touch with his feminine side but all man, and as gorgeous as any garment ever made. He makes Oliver dream of ending his reclusion, of recapturing a future forever denied him. But for that to happen, Leslie would have to strip him to the bone. Only then will they rebuild life from the bottom up.
Leslie has been sent by his boss to deliver a suit to a very special customer…he’s just arrived at the house.
He tut-tutted as he opened his boot and removed the enclosed grey suit, giving it a loving caress as he folded it gently over his left forearm.
“There we go, sweetie. I’m not sure why someone who lives in an unkempt house like this needs a suit like you. You’re far too lovely for a place like this. I hope he takes care of you.”
He picked up his leather business folder and secured it under his other arm. Taking a deep breath, he adjusted his thong, which had once again ridden up between his cheeks. He strode confidently up to the front door, narrowly avoiding what looked like dog crap on a paving stone covered with dead grass as he did. He stopped and frowned down at the offending item.
“You dare get one bit of your smelly self on my Armani loafers and you are toast,” he hissed at what he now saw was simply a clump of dried mud. Delicately avoiding all other ground-strewn landmines, he managed to get to the front door. He shook his head at seeing there was only a broken bell with wires hanging out looking sorry for itself, and he raised a hand--neither of which was truly free--to try and knock on the door as hard as he could.
The inside of the house was silent. There was no scuffling down what he imagined were worn stairs, no clatter of shoes across laminated floors and no welcoming opening of the door to greet him. He frowned and knocked again, louder this time. His folder slipped from where it was secured under his arm and he quickly tightened his arm to hold it in place.
“Hello? Mr. Brown, are you home? My name is Leslie Scott and I’m here with your new suit,” he announced grandly.
He wriggled his backside uncomfortably--that damn thong, what the hell was wrong with it--and scowled as he raised a hand to knock again. As he did so, the door opened. A man’s face peered out of him, half hidden. It was dark inside but what Leslie could see of the face looked rather tasty. That was the first surprise of this visit.
A shock of shaggy, honey-blond hair hung over Mr. Brown’s forehead, and his tanned skin, neat beard and stubble and one wide amber eye all mingled together to make Leslie feel much better about his customer delivery. Mr. Brown also looked a little familiar.
Leslie gave the man what he knew was a dazzling smile, as he’d been praised for it more than once, and indicated the suit hanging across his right arm.
“Mr. Brown? I’m from Debussy Fashion. I’m here to deliver the suit you ordered.”
Waiting for a new release or even a continuation in a series can be torture, but with 'Suit Yourself' the wait was definitely worth it. With the third book in the Men of London series, Susan Mac Nicol delivers a story that is full of laughs, frustrating moments and the perfect amount of sexuality that will have you enjoying every moment. Trust me when I say, if you were waiting for this book, you won't be disappointed when you read it, and I am willing to bet, you will be looking forward to the next book before you even finish the final page!
The characters Leslie and Oliver are a perfect blend of sexy, comedy, angst and everything in between that makes up the dynamic couple that they are. From the moment that Oliver opens the door to Leslie standing on the other side, you know that there is going to be sparks. Add in all the pain of Oliver's past and his scars (both physical and emotional) and you have something to deal with that will make you anxious to turn each page.
As with the second book, there is the return of previous characters from the Men of London series and they add to the story to round out the plot. Rather than deter from the story with Oliver and Leslie, the supporting characters bring about the well rounded tale of friendship and you will find yourself glad they made their appearance.
Without giving away any major plot turns or letting those spoilers out, I will tell you... the antagonist in the story, will have you hating him from the moment he is mentioned! However, without him there would not be the moments where you want to toss your e-reader aside to vent a little frustration and that is where Susan Mac Nicol really grabs you into the story.
Could you read the third book of the Men of London series without reading the first two? Sure! Why would you want to though? Trust me, you are going to want to read the whole series... from the first page...until the last! Then, like me, you will be waiting for more!
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She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason. She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.
Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots.
In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.
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